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SECTION 8


Just as I free my knife, the charging man hits. I feel the knife fly out of my hand as I fall back and hit the ground. My head smashes against the pavement and I feel myself begin to black out. Looking up with my last ounce of energy, I see the reflection of the streetlight on my attacker’s knife as it descends towards my throat.


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